Brokeback Convict?

[Amber]

Jon: After being escorted into the concrete Showers, Jon hastily rids himself of his neon clothing and walks under the cool, weakly-pouring water beaming down from one of the many rusting shower heads. Being his first morning shower in going on a week, Jon scratches at his oily scalp, occasionally spitting out the water that had leaked into his open mouth.
Minutes of his pattern repeated itself over and over, with the notation of probably not being alone for long last in Jon Walker's mind. Showering at home was his favorite time of day; Nothing beat the feeling of being able to wash away everything from the day before, and start clean and not too smelly.
But showering in Prison was like no more than taking a cough drop after being diagnosed with lung cancer. It just did no good in the not-too-long run. Or right after you dried off, for that matter.

[Sam]

Quinn: Walking into the small, grey room with the tiled floor, he sees Jon and perks up a little, glad that he's going to be showering with someone he knows. At least a little bit.
"Hey Jon." He says casually, turning back on to the older inmate and beginning to unbutton his shirt. Knowing a third inmate will be joining them any minute makes Quinn a little giddy with anticipation. He loves trying to figure out who it's going to be. Finally pulling away his shirt, he begins to relax with the steady, gentle hiss of the shower. Quinn then reaches for his pants, and starts to unbutton those as well. He doesn't feel one bit awkward in a shower with strangers.

[Erin]

Frank: Frank soon stumbles into the shower room, lifting his feet like they were the heaviest things in the world. Getting up early was NEVER an option for him...until he came to this place.

His eyes widen however as he sees two other inmates, naked, with water pouring down over their skin. Though he recognizes one more than the other. He rushes towards his boyfriend and taps him on the shoulder. Before Quinn has the chance to turn around he scoops his palms over his boyfriends eyes.

"I think we're lucky today, Allman." He peers over to his other direction, however, to see Jon. No, Frank had never exactly talked one on one with this guy but he did hear about him. A huge flock of butterflies spread their wings inside Frank's stomach and flapped those fucking wings like it was the last thing they'd ever do.

Frank Iero was nervous.

[Amber]

Jon: With a hand still grazing through his hair, Jon walks hastily to the wall opposite Quinn, waving at him in the process.
Showering alongside someone he saw and talked to every day was much less of a blessing for Jon as it would be for most inmates, seeing as the last thing he would want to be around naked would be someone like Quinn, which with whom he had a solid 'straight'-gay relationship with.
He sighs through the beating water. 'Ah well.', he tells himself. Not that big of a deal.

Just about to come to terms with his situation, a near familiar voice fills the room. Surely, with what he'd heard him say, Frank Iero was the most recent to enter. Quinn's boyfriend. And surely the two wouldn't be too fun to be in the same room with, after hearing that the two were worse off than two rabbits sharing a cage.
"God..Shit." Jon audibly muttered, finding his left leg to be shaking and his face burning.

[Sam]

Quinn: Peeling Frank's hands away from his eyes, he wasted no time turning around and kissing his boyfriend on the lips.
"Yeah, I guess we did get lucky." He grins before diving in for another kiss. He's payed no attention to where Jon's gone off to, and at the moment, he doesn't care. He hasn't gotten to see Frank for at least three days now, and he missed him badly. Loving the way their lips fit together, he takes one of his hands and puts it up to Frank's face, lightly caressing it, fingers soon going lower and flickering over the scorpion tattoo on his upper neck.

[Amber]

Jon: Only seconds after hearing the lips of the two part from mere feet behind him, Jon decides he's had enough; and quickly runs his hands over the majority of his body, just for the security of knowing he was clean.
Though, Jon avoided touching 'sensitive' areas, seeing as contact and the notion of two wet, clothingless, barely-legal punks making out behind him would be arousing enough to surely give him a less-than-needed erection. And, stated once again, the last thing Jon Walker wanted to make himself look like was a pervert.

So, walking towards the door, Jon taps Quinn on the shoulder, mouths a 'Have fun!' and finds his way out to greet a guard with his cloths as well as a ragged, white towel.

[Erin]

Frank: He watches the older man leave and soon wonders how long it'll be until one of the guards realize that they've left two inmates in the shower room...TOGETHER.

Frank smiles, that sort of way you'd smile after being told to shoot a sexy look for a playboy magazine. He soon starts to move his lips into the kiss, loving the way they both fit together so perfectly.

He traces his light fingers around Quinn's bare, wet chest, touching his boyfriend's nipples teasingly as he steps closer to him.

[Sam]

Quinn: He grins at Frank, flipping them so that he's pressing him up against the wall. He's actually sort of glad that Jon has left them alone. Although he knows it'll only be a matter of minutes before a guard escorts him back to the small, tiled room, he plans on enjoying those few moments alone with his boyfriend.

"God..you look so sexy like that." Quinn's voice is barely above a whisper as he raises a hand and pushes a piece of wet, matted hair away from Frank's green eyes. The water's pouring down in a steady stream over the two of them, and Quinn presses his body harder against the other man.

[Amber]

Jon: Upon exiting, Jon's met with the same guard who escorted him in, and with less than an approving look on his face.

"If you expect you're about to get a shower twice a day from now on, you've got another thing coming." The overweight, snotty correctional officer tells him before he can grab a towel, and directs him back to the steamy doorway.

"What-the-fuck-ever.." Jon murmurs under his short breath, rolls his eyes, and turns back to the showers.
He goes back in only to find Quinn and Frank closer than ever, and feels almost as if he's intruding on something honest in its intimacy.
"God-daamn." He mutters to himself, and tries to direct his eyes at anything but them. Jon Walker isn't a fag. Jon Walker is a respectable up-and-coming musician who's been framed by his paranoid, bitchy aunt for something disgusting.
Yes, sex with men is disgusting. And Jon walker will be the last to be aroused by such a sight.

"Please," He stammers, "Stop. Really. Go suck face somewhere else. Fucking gross." Loud enough by far to be heard over the running water. He emits and low, impatient growl, shakes his head, and turns his back to the lovers who do a pretty good job at ignoring elephants in the bath. Or, in his case, the straight guy in the mildewy shower.

[Sam]

Quinn:As soon as he hears the creak of the door being swung open once again, he pulls his face away from Frank's the slightest bit as they look into each other's eyes. They know who's back. Trying not to seem like he was eager for the older inmate's return, Quinn gives Frank a look that says 'Play along.' Before starting to kiss him again. He's always found Jon a little strange, and it was times like these when he liked to observe this thought.

Hearing the other man muttering something about something being fucking gross, Quinn gets an idea. Smirking against Frank's lips, and without even turning to look at him, he responds to his demand.

"Nobody said you had to watch, y'know."

[Amber]

Jon: "Fucking guard won't let me leave!" He barks, his arm sharply pointing to the door, almost flailing in doing so.

"I'm not trying to watch you, dammit," Jon scrapes his nails over his face, in a 'you're-torturing-me' sort of way. "It's kinda funny, though, y'know, 'cause you're sure easy to hear. And just the fact that..Eugh." He wants to get a car jack and rip them apart, or shoot them both through the skull. Especially Quinn. He's the one who picks at the nerves.

[Erin]

Frank: He watches the two pick at each other, not speaking out of turn and not wanting to cause Jon Walker's death. By the looks of it, Jon looks ready to explode; temper sky-high. He doesn't exactly want to push poor Jon's limits. He lays his head against his boyfriend's chest, breaking the kiss.

He glances up to peer into Quinn's eyes, smiling. He doesn't have a clue what Quinn's up to but knows that it must be good. His boyfriend always did come up with fantastic ideas and plans. But it seemed like Frank never knew anything about it until after they toke place. He directs his attention towards Jon shortly after.

"Sssh," he coos and releases a small laugh. "You don't need to get so mad."

[Sam]

Quinn: It's times like these where he realizes how much he loves his boyfriend. He's just given him the perfect interjection space he needed. Placing a light kiss on his wet, matted down hair, he looks over his shoulder to Jon and grins.

"I think he's mad 'cause he wants to join." Quinn pauses, waiting for Jon's expression to change. "I mean, why else would he try to leave so quickly? Bet he's hard as a rock." Not regretting in the least the words that just came from his mouth, he turns his gaze back down to his boyfriend. His grin still hasn't faded.

[Amber]

Jon: His face contorts to a look of utter horror. "What the fuck?" Jon spits back to the two, fists clenched.

They might have been 'hot' prior to this moment, but gay porn usually didn't sneer and prod at you. Jon's beyond frustrated, infuriated, but not to the point of walking out and end up not being able to shower for two weeks.
Jon takes a deep breath, and turn his eyes away from Quinn and Frank.
"God, why do you want me to burn in Hell so badly?" He asked himself more than God, really, and thought back to the least-arousing things in his memory. His criminal trial. Being looked at like a sick animal. His younger cousin telling him that he was going to tell his mother. Every one of those thoughts nearly brought him to tears with humiliation.
And so why did he have to end up in the gayest prison in New Jersey?

[Erin]

Frank: Though Jon hadn't said anything directly to him, he's still shot back. Not by words- but by the way the older man looked. Like he was troubled, disturbed and lost in thought. Lost in another world.

He quickly nudges Quinn as if to plead to cease his new, up-coming, brilliant plan. He narrows his eyes towards Jon's direction as if to sweep into his train of thought.

"Hey...Quinn didn't mean anything by that. It was just a...joke." His voice trails off, wondering if it WAS a joke or a real, true suggestion. Though he has no intention of asking his boyfriend exactly what was meant by the question, he still wouldn't mind the idea.